Football
Paper football (I do not know the official word for this) has been popular in our house this week. Not only do I not know the official title for paper football, but I do not completely understand the fascination. Brian and Camden have played almost every night this week, and it cracks me up to hear them laugh and compete.
Seriously, they practically giggle.
Football in the evenings represents more than just father/son time. It means that Brian has finally pushed past the beginning-of-the-year hurdle, and life as a teacher is much more palatable. Not that he still isn't putting in long hours or working on weekends, but the stress is more contained at the end of October than in August.
(And I'm not sorry to have him available to handle soccer practice every once and a while!)
Our weekend is flat out flexible, which I'm quite excited about. We're either taking advantage of the last bits of sunshine in our forecast or shoe shopping tonight (pretty sure Brian and the kids would choose one outing while I would choose the other); Michael, Liz, and Addison are coming over tomorrow night to eat tacos and hand out candy.
Sunday night? We. have. no. plans.
Sunday night? We. have. no. plans.
And this is how we feel about it.
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